"Chaotic Clubroom”

The Literature Club room was a mess, the air buzzing with chatter and laughter. Armin sat by the window, trying to read but mostly watching the chaos unfold around him. Eren was sprawled out on a beanbag, scrolling through his phone while Connie kicked his legs from atop a desk. Mikasa stood by the door, texting, and Jean was leaning against the wall, offering sarcastic commentary.

“So, who’s up for a race to the vending machines?” Connie shouted, breaking the noise. “I bet I could beat all of you!”

“You can barely run without tripping over your own feet,” Jean shot back, tossing a pencil at him.

“I’m a natural-born athlete!” Connie grinned, catching it and tossing it back, missing Jean entirely.

“More like a natural disaster,” Ymir muttered from the back, watching them with amusement.

“Are you serious? I could totally win,” Connie insisted.

“You’d probably break the vending machine,” Annie added dryly from the corner.

“Alright, alright,” Reiner said, raising a hand. “We’re clearly getting nowhere. But we are agreeing that Connie’s the worst at running, right?”

“I’m the best!” Connie protested.

Bertolt, sitting quietly next to Reiner, looked up. “I don’t run.”

“I’ll take the chips,” Ymir said, snatching the snack bag from Historia, who had been offering it as a peace offering to Connie.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the hallway, followed by Sasha’s voice shouting, “MY RICE BALLS!”

The room froze.

“Did she just throw rice balls at someone?” Jean asked, wide-eyed.

“I’m in. Let’s go find her,” Eren grinned, standing up.

“I’m staying here,” Annie said flatly.

“Same,” Armin said, smiling despite himself, feeling the comfort of the chaos around him.